CH 100

What is that school event for?

Translated by Dawn

What are that school events for?

That evening.

We had finished dinner and were gathered in the living room.

“And so, for the first time! We’re starting the Legally Love Happening Event Conference! Don don pafu pafuu!”

“It’s a school event. So, did everyone’s high school actually have any unusual events?”

With a karate chop gesture to keep Shisae in check, I called for everyone to start the talk.

The eight of us gathered in the living room, me, Kiriha, Miina, Shisae, Maria, Maiko, Maya, and Matsumi.

Since these eight people often move together for some reason, we naturally gathered together.

I was a loner just a while ago, and now I found myself in a large group.

I already had the best school life that Director Sayuri said we would have.

Even now, I feel a sense of fulfillment.

Was this all thanks to the Teleportation, or rather, thanks to Maiko who saw through my Teleportation ability?

“My high school and middle school didn’t have any special events like this, but what about your school?”

I froze for a moment when my eyes met Maiko.

“R-right. Me too. School trips, school festivals, sports festivals, nor ball games.”

“Ball games?”

“Eh? Wasn’t there one at Maiko’s school? As the name implies, it’s a ball games-only athletic festival. On the other hand, there are no ball games at the sports festival.”

“Hee, I see.”

“In my junior high school and high school, we had concerts. I have played the piano and violin.”

After serving tea to everyone, Maria sat firmly next to me. We were so close that our shoulders were touching. I was a little nervous.

“A concert. Was Maria high school for young ladies only?”

“No, men also attended, but our greeting was ‘have a nice day’.”

—That’s a young lady’s school.

How could I say this, I used to think she was cute and clumsy, but my image of Maria was rapidly changing over the past few days.

—There’s also the whole toxic parenting thing, but I think she really just a young lady who’s not used to the world. Sorry for thinking you are clumsy or something.

“My junior high school used to have a martial arts competition. They stopped it after one year.”

“Is that because it’s dangerous?”

“No, because I beat the head of the karate team with one punch.”

“What are you?”

“I’m a friend of justice.”

Matsumi smiled wryly.

“The high school I was in until April had a first-aid training program right after I entered the school. It’s not exactly an event, but I think it would be good to have it at Inou Gakuen.”

“Hee, you did that kind of thing?”

I asked Kiriha, who spoke in a casual, flat tone of voice, without any care.

“That’s of course. It’s about how to do cardiac massage and artificial respiration.”

—Huh?

A moment later, the image of kissing Kiriha and rubbing Kiriha’s ample breasts flashed through my mind.

A wicked smile spread across Kiriha’s face.

“Honey, what did you just imagine?”

“I-I didn’t imagine anything.”

Kiriha looked into my face and I turned away.

“Shisae’s middle school had long-distance field trips!”

For some reason, she did the banzai pose at 70 degrees.

It was the kind of thing that characters in fluffy everyday gag manga often do.

“Long distance? Is that different from a regular field trip?”

“No, it’s not. A field trip is a coming-of-age event where you walk around in the wilderness with a packed lunch, hoping to win the heart of the girl you like, right?”

“A prejudiced excursion.”

“Long-distance excursions are death marches up 14 kilometers of mountain roads under the blazing sun in the middle of summer!”

“There is no such event!”

“Shisae’s not lying! Many students run out of drinking water halfway up the trail every year and lose consciousness due to heat stroke and sunstroke. The students who bring more drinks are so valuable that even the loners, a shady, group of nerds can endure a day of it!”

Shisae’s seriousness could be seen from the fact that she confidently and emphatically asserts with her big chest. Apparently, it was a real event.

“Hey, what’s the purpose of that event then?”

“There is no purpose.”

“No purpose! What kind of unreasonable event is that?!”

“You get a banana at the finish line ♪”

“That’s so worth it…”

“By the way, students who reach the top of the mountain can take a bus down the mountain and go home, so everyone besides those climbs down hard to go to after-school karaoke.”

“Hokkaido students are very hardworking.”

I couldn’t help but think, even for a moment, that not all Hokkaido students were like Shisae, so I apologize to all the Hokkaido students.

“But Shisae was scolded by the teacher and the hunting club when Shisae was caught enjoying a ride-on with a mountain brown bear with Shisae’s Operation.”

“That’s because you’re causing a problem!”

“So, Shisae is hoping with great enthusiasm that Inou Gakuen will hold a long-distance excursion!”

“What makes you think there’s any reason to hold a long-distance excursion in Inou Gakuen!?”

“Then in place of it, Shisae would like to have a swimsuit contest!”

“In place of it, your head! Rather, if Kiriha appeared, it would be R-rated!”

“No, the six of us will be in the beauty contest!”

“Six? There are seven of you, no?”

“No, Shisae is a judge.”

Suddenly, she made a gesture of slipping up his glasses, which were not there.

“No, you’re a pretty girl too, so you should join.”

“Eh, drip, Honey-chan, Shisae’s not that kind of easy-to-fall heroine, you know♪?”

SHISAE tapped me on the shoulder while she went kyaa, kyaa by herself.

That girl always seemed to be having fun.

“I tell you this just in case, I don’t want to participate.”

“That’s not right! Shisae wants to see Matsumi’s F-cups!”

“Aah, stop hugging me! Or rather, it’s sexual harassment to reveal your bust size in the presence of boys, you idiot! Gaah, I can’t her shake off?”

“Guhehehe, Shisae is a black belt in judo♪ Trying to get out of Shisae’s hug is like trying to take on a shark in the ocean, you know.”

“Judo strike!”

“Uugh….”

Matsumi’s sharp medullary strike hit cleanly.

Shisae’s consciousness sank to the bottom of the ocean.

Shisae was rolled on the floor like a tuna in a tuna market.

Matsumi clapped her hands with an irritated look.

“Now that this idiot is out of the way, let’s get this meeting started.”

—This isn’t a reopening.

It seemed that Shisae’s presence was erased.

Thus, the meeting ended with nothing more than a silly fuss.

A/N: Shisae’s long-distance excursions are real in a certain high school in Sapporo.